Today is a sad day. Because yesterday was a tragic day. In fact, I think for the rest of my life I'm going to look on April 30ths as black days, indeed.
Because I finished the fifth and final seasons of Merlin. It's over. Done. No more Arther, Gwen, Percival and of course, my main man himself...Merlin. As I sat on my bed during the final episode, I'm just going to confess it: I cried. Like tears-running-down-my-face-high-pitched-squeaky-breaths cried. Because ...even as I knew what was coming, I wasn't emotionally prepared for a two-fold (three-fold, actually) goodbye.
The true story is that...I went and lit a candle. In memory of my Albian friends who I'll never get to see again, in anything other than re-run marathons. Yah, I'm sorta wierd that way. But when you get emotionally-and-soulfully attached to fictional characters like I do, sometimes ya just gotta be crazy and be sad.
Eek. Please don't tell me that it's just me who does stuff like that!
There's my boys. Sir Leon, Merlin, Sir Elion, King Arther, Sir Gwayne and Sir Percival.
My sad face next to their immortal faces. I'm currently in a state of mourning for today. And probably tomorrow, too. As glad I am that this show had a full and complete ending (not a wearily, drawn-out or abrupt ending because a main actor left, etc), I still wish it could have gone on forever.
So, if you've been a Merlin fan and you've completed Season Five...you could totally email me. Because I only know two people around here who love Merlin and they've not seen the last season yet. So I have nobody to even talk to about it! Compound the sadness.
So, I officially declare today, May 1st, as My Official Merlin Remembrance Day.
*rocks quietly in chair and hums taps*